Anatomy

Your body is becoming a wall.

We hide our silences in sentences, between our teeth and under our tongues.

What are you thinking about?

I can’t give you these open palms forever—

they are your home, your bed, a couch to sleep on in an unfriendly town.

But they ask for alms as well.

Love, words, kisses…

Please don’t leave me.

 

I wrote this poem years ago, in the thick of a relationship that was….well, many things. Let’s just say I got some good poems out of it.

You can watch and read more of my poems at www.jcpeters.ca

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Editor: Kate Bartolotta